Discarded Appliance
© 2001, Herb Hasler
Your emotions drench me with cold regret,
as if I’m naked in a driving sleet storm
Your words cut my resolve like a machete through tangle vines
Wrapped in a purple bunting that is your
self proclaimed privilege,
you cannot fathom the chartreuse streak that runs through it.
I will not accept your donation of
affection,
nor give up my cloak of numbing memories.
All that has past, is still remaining to be freed.
You
will be famous and I, just a torn-out footnote.
A discarded appliance with forgotten properties.